Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
X-101,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.